As I turn my thoughts inward at this instant I am aware of these mental impressions passing in review:
You nurses for whom I am writing.
The hospitals you represent.
What you already know or do not know along these lines.
A child calling on the street some distance away.
A brilliant sunshine bringing out the sheen of the green grass.
The unmelodious call of a flicker in the pine-tree, and a towhee singing in the distance.
A whistling wind bending the pines.
A desire to throw work aside and go for a long tramp.
A patient moving about overhead (she is supposed to be out for her walk, and I’m wondering why she is not).